One day I was going through some old boxes of things I had saved from my past. The old pictures, letters that I had received from old girlfriends, high school albums, etc. I came across one box that had been marked as "Santa's suit". In it was the santa outfit that my dad had worn on many christmas' to entertain the various kids of his friends and co-workers and entertain my many friends and the children at the roller skating rink that I frequently visited. He truly enjoyed bringing out the amazement, joy, and laughter of those kids and the angelic look on their faces. the outfit was complete with the red hat which had a white snowball on the top, red rouge for his cheeks, the white beard, the red outfit with a black belt which he used to hold up the pillows for his belly, and the black boots to complete the attire. When he went to these functions, I had to drive him since the outfit was too big for him to drive himself and we didn't own a sleigh pulled by reindeer. I was one of santa's helpers, an elf if you please! As we passed by other people in cars or standing on the sidewalk, he would smile and wave to them and ring out his merry HO, HO, HO!
The ones that had children would get excited and wave at santa and even the ones that didn't have children would always wave back.
There was only one incident that happened that made us both sad. He had volunteered to do his thing for a home that housed mentally challenged people of all ages. As he entered the home we both were surprised at the older adults reaction to his character. Their actions were child-like with wonder. Seeing this I had to leave to regain my composure but my dad stayed long enough to fulfill his duties but when we left I noticed he was crying (the one and only time that I had seen him do that)!
Remembering his fondness of this festive occasion, I decided to play Santa at a local department store since I already had the right attire. I was hired on a part-time basis to perform those magical moments of bringing joy to the children who visited the store and their parents who wanted the pictures of their kids sitting on Santa's lap. At the time, I was probably in my late 30's or early 40's.
It shouldn't have but it did surprise me that some of the kids were not so young being older teenagers and young women! They would climb up either on my lap or straddle one leg and hug me and tell me of their wanted gifts for christmas. I often noticed that while on my lap or my leg, they would wriggle and squirm to tease and get my obvious male reaction in my pant suit. When they finished giving Santa his "present" they would smile and kiss my cheek softly and say "See you next year, Santa." It would take a few seconds before I could allow another child to sit on my lap because of the erection that I had.
On one particular day, this beautiful young woman with long dark hair and sky blue eyes with a brick shit-house figure approached me.
She told me her name was Carmen. Carmen sat straddled on my leg and I could feel her gyrating her hips and dry fucking my leg. She could feel my cock rising in salute to her attentions and smiled so beautifully that it took my breath away. I asked her "what would you like Santa to give you this year?" She replied by leaning down and softly whispering in my ear "Santa, I'm sure you know what I want you to give me, I've been a really good girl this year." OMG!! My cock was standing high against her thigh and engourged and pulsating that I almost cummed right then and there. She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and whispered again "I'll be waiting for my present in the women's changeroom, when you get a break!" Needless to say I needed a break real fast.
We closed the Santa exhibit for 30 minute breaks and I immediately went over to find Carmen. There she sat undressed except for her sheer white lace bra and matching panties. A goddess of some ancient culture for sure. Her supple breasts were inviting to be touched and tasted, which I did. Her panties were soaking wet in anticipation of my arrival and as I removed them down those gorgeous long legs I had to lean down and taste that lovely wet mound of hers. She immediately moaned with such a pleasurable sound that made me even more stiff. As I started removing my outfit to satisfy our need for contact she stopped me and asked that I leave the top part of the suit on because she had always wanted "to be fucked by Santa!" I obliged her request, being the nice guy I am, and she garbbed my cock and plunged it into her warm wet pussy. Her back was against the wall and she wrapped her lucious legs around my waist as we pushed back and forth in such harmony and rythm that it wasn't long before we were saying "omg, I'm cummming. Oh god, OMG!! After we had exchaged our mutual love juices that were dripping down her legs, I reached for a tissue but she insisted that I leave a little for her to enjoy later. I also came to the realization that other women in that area had heard the sounds of our lovemaking but in the spirit of the season, had not reported it to management!
Carmen visited me everyday that I worked to receive her special christmas gift of the pleasure of a good fuck from Santa!! Now I wonder whatever happened to her since I never saw her but at christmas and because of the outfit and make-up she had no idea how I really looked. I can only assume that she made many other Santas' jobs pleasurable.
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